>>5220645A few weeks after swearing to Alkaign you found yourself with Alys at the party's fire as you always did. Alkaign and the others had gone into a nearby town to buy supplies, and you were left to tend the fire and see to the camp. Bored out of her mind, Alys had shown you a pastime of hers. Or perhaps a skillset: knife throwing. She explained to release the blade so the point and not the pommel would land, and how useful this could be in a fight. You scoffed at first, throwing a weapon went against what you were taught by your father, but her deft skill with the blades impressed you as the night went on. And so this was the first of only many times you both practiced this together.
There is still a dagger at your side.
Your eyes open and you see the mad rush of the berserk savage approaching. He is closing fast, and there is no time to dodge. The “limp” arm shoots up your side, unsheathing your side dagger and slinging it full force at your foe. His forward momentum is so total that even had he seen your movement there was nothing to be done. The small blade sinks deep into his right thigh and he stumbles in his furious charge.
“Gah! Damn you!”
You don't wait, springing into action as you once again swing with two handed blows towards your opponent. His charge now made clumsy by your dagger, you sidestep the slowed slash and land another attack to your opponent's legs. This time a crimson streak opens up amid the furs and leathers covering his left leg as he howls in fury and pain. A desperate swing follows, but you manage a steel shod kick to the man's face after dodging. Blood flying from his shattered nose, he falls backward and the axe leaves his fingers as his hands shoot up instinctively to hold his face together. You stand over him, sword ready to fall in a final arc and sever his head.
